Leaving This Place

 The eagle calls, circling, 
Shrill, to its family.
 
The raven croaks, gliding,
Guttural, to its friend.
 
I text anyone
Receiving my signal:
 
I’m done here,
I’m going on.
 
Just want you
To know.
 
 

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